Title:           (HandyAnon) All The Beautiful Things (Finale) (FR)
Author:          Fagdude
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First Edit:      Wednesday 19th of December 2012 07:46:22 PM CDT
Last Edit:       Wednesday 19th of December 2012 07:46:22 PM CDT

>Day Inappropriate Coping Methods. In Equestria.
>There are times in a man's life--
>Specifically your life
>When you have to look at what you're doing.
>And if it looks bad, stop.
>Stop.
>"A-anon, stop!"
>Oh.
>Stop she says.
>Physical fitness training after nearly beating yourself to death after a terrible day.
>Day number nine in doing this.
>You've been informed that the spring-time-is-here musical shit is occuring elsewhere.
>This is of no concern to you in Fluttershy's Iron Will Tour trailer in Appaloosa.
>"Anon, stop now!"
>She's got a really pretty voice.
>You've learned to appreciate that lately.
>You haven't been well--you know.
>Fucking Fluttershy
>Because you've been having too much damn fun doing the worst sort of things.
>Plus you need to climb out of your little hole.
>"Anon!"
>She punched you in the jaw.
>That's a punch you can cut your teeth on.
>Hot'cha.
>You look at your fists.
>Heavily bandaged.
>One is leaking blood.
>There's a large dent in the wall.
>You've been punching it for a few hours.
>Violence is magic.
 
>You look at Fluttershy.
>She's your kind of beautiful.
>Self-assertiveness isn't her thing, but she wields it well.
>Like a goddamn gun she can point at anyone.
>Make'em cower and make'em wince.
>You like that in an individual.
>She gives you the stare.
>And those little metaphorical monsters in the back of your head shudder.
>And then you give her the stare right back.
>Neither of us move.
>And the monsters realize this is a merry fucking rumpus.
>She's got a few bruises on her.
>She asked for it.
>Literally.
>You can appreciate someone willing to fight.
>Just for the sake of fighting.
"What?"
>So uncouth and brutish, Anon.
>Rarity wouldn't approve.
>"You punched a big ding in the trailer, mister!"
>She grabs you by the front of your shirt and glares deep into your eyes.
>Applejack says you change ponies for the worst.
>And you think they bring out the worst in you.
>But if this psychotic little bash-and-smash isn't love.
>Then you're gonna have to go ahead and not give a fuck.
>This is the adrenaline talking.
>Calm the fuck down, bro.
>Your hands hurt a lot.
"..Ow."
>"Yeah, ow...you o-okay?"
 
>We break the fabrication.
>And once again we're just two losers.
>The fluttering mumbling dweeb.
>And the bashed up human outlier in a world of sunshine, rainbows, and candy.
>You close your eyes and count to ten.
>Your entire body begins to ache again.
"..I think I'm doing physical therapy wrong."
>She tilts her head.
>"B-but you didn't want to go to the hospital..."
"Yeah, but I also probably shouldn't be entering these little psychotic moments...and...y'know."
>Fuck your hands hurt.
"Bash dents into trailers."
>Take a breath.
>Collapse on to the floor.
>She flutters over you and looks down.
>She's so happy and concerned.
>And battered.
>...and dripping vaginal leavings on to your bandages.
"Fluttershy, you're uh...dripping down the leg."
>She blushes, but she gives you those bedroom eyes.
>She flies forward a little.
>Some of it drips on your face.
"Is that the game now?"
>"...I w-want you to d-destroy s-something b-b-beautiful...I mean if that's okay with you and--"
>You wish you had cigarettes.
>Now feels like the time for a smoke.
>You flick the cum beads off your face.
>She wants your approval.
>You stick that finger in your mouth.
>It doesn't taste much like anything.
>Of course, your sense of taste is probably out of it considering how many times you've scalded your throat.
>You take your finger out of your mouth and smirk.
>Give her a finger-gun.
"Bang."
 
>She falls on top of you.
>You look up in those eyes.
>It's like there's still a little bit of a soul in there.
>But everything else is running on shark blood.
>And fucking Dinosaur DNA.
>Apex predator mentality is probably not the best way to respond to getting violated by a horny librarian.
>Least of all a horny pony magic girl librarian.
>But it's helping you cope.
>She's smearing herself on the crotch of your pants.
>The noise...bothers you.
>Schloorching.
>It's not an attractive sound.
"Stop."
>And you snuffed out the soul.
>Full on Shark Vision.
>"...what? WHY?!"
>You run your hands across her back.
>Some blood leaks out from your bandages and spreads on her.
"Because...uh... Well, I want to do something you're into."
>Fluttershy pulls her head back a little.
>She looks towards the trailer door.
>Her face gets all scrunchy.
>She's thinking of something.
>"...but you're my special thing."
"Yeah but I mean, before me. What was there before me?"
>"Darkness."
>That's bleak, red, fucking flag.
>She laughs. And it's loud.
>Like, Pinkie Pie loud.
>That catches you off guard.
>"...my j-jokes are getting better r-right?"
>Your sense of humor rubbing off on her was better when it was just sex jokes.
>You don't need another Rainbow Cling situation.
>But you can see how it was a joke.
 
>She gives it some more thought.
>All the while dampening your pants more than if you were a five year old with a big gulp
>And a weak bladder.
>Watching the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
>Ugh, who lets a five year old into a slasher movie?
>That might explain some of your issues.
>Why are you dwelling on this again?
>You're never getting back to human reality.
>"Okay."
>Okay what?
>Er.
"Okay...what exactly?"
>Fluttershy smiles.
>"We c-can d-do my special thing..if that's okay with you, mister."
>Swell.
"All right."
>"...can we go back to Ponyville?"
>Well if you do, you're going to beat the ever loving fuck out of Twilight Sparkles.
>And probably smack Applejack upside the head with a pineapple. A truly weaponized fruit.
>And...well you'll be making good use of your private funds.
>Because damn if you don't have a plan.
>Fluttershy is waving her hoof in front of your face.
>You were probably just staring off into the middle distance.
>Thinking of vengeance like Batman with a hard-on.
>She gets off of you and strands of female pony cum are pulled up with her.
>Like saliva strands in an opened mouth.
>Looks like you're Batman without a hard-on.
>That's like spider-fetish squick right there.
>Yeugh.
 
>The ride "home" is surreal.
>Everyone is clearly looking at the two of you.
>And it probably has less to do with you being the only human being on the train.
>Or even on this plane of reality.
>Probably more to do with the blood spattered clothing
>More gauze than the Burned Man
>And the yellow pegasus rubbing herself up against your arm.
>You're probably breaking some public decency laws.
>That yellow pony in a cowboy hat is giving you a dirty disgusted look.
"Got something to say to me, hoss?"
>He tilts his hat over his eyes.
>Trying to avoid contact.
"Hey Brisco County, I'm talking to you."
>Fluttershy stops licking your battered frame and looks towards Cowboy Hat.
>The cowboy hat pony just twiddles his hooves.
>He mouths out.
>"..sorry fer starrin'."
>You peck Fluttershy on the head.
>She gives him the stare.
>"You apologize? I penalize."
>Cowpony bits his lip and holds up his hooves in defense.
>"Now hey-hey... none of that... Just y'all was making a bit of a scene."
>Fluttershy zooms over to him and thwaps the pony's hat away.
>This one looks familiar.
>The pony scoots as far back in his seat as possible.
>He's got an apple on his ass.
>Oh right. Braeburn.
>Applejack's cousin. Or something.
"Fluttershy, don't we know this guy?"
>She knew him from some previous trip to Appaloosa.
>You knew him from a terrible dinner party at Sweet Apple Acres
>Fluttershy snaps out of it, tilts her nose up at the stallion and sits back down.
>"Gosh..."
>Is all that dumbass can think to say.
"You're Braeburn right?"
 
>He nods slowly.
"Applejack's...cousin?"
>He reaches down to pick his hat off the floor.
>"Eyup...Do I know ya?"
"Dinner party not too long ago."
>He winces.
>"The one with that white unicorn and all the doilies?"
"That'd be the one, yes."
>Fluttershy is rubbing herself up and down your arm again.
>You shift your hand and pat her on the cooch.
>She shudders with lust and begins to drool.
>Braeburn blushes and looks away.
>You maintain eye contact with the stallion.
>He notices this and blushes more.
"Why you going to Ponyville? Business or--"
>You splay your fingers and dip a few inside her.
>It's damp and sticky. Sort of like a moist glue.
>Must be the desert air.
>The muscles are warm and they tighten as you prod deeper.
"Pleasure?"
>You always wanted to make that joke.
>It's right up there with doing the Bond Villain chair turn-around.
>He's watching your fingers thrust in and out.
>Fluttershy is breathing into your neck.
>She's whispering something.
>Descartes would request you give her the D.
>Not yet.
"Well, what is it for?"
>"Uh...ah...eh uh....it's a..."
>You grin, and it's that good old predatory politico grin.
>Your teeth demand lens flare.
"Like what you see? Big Boy?"
 
>He gets out of his seat and mumbles something.
>He'll be in his bunk.
>Fluttershy's sort of just been pressed up against you.
>Catatonic with lust.
>But she's not trying anything beyond baser pleasures.
>When night falls you feel safe enough to sleep.
>While this may be Fucking Fluttershy,
>She's the one who requested you return with her first
>So she can do her special thing,
>Which...you never got the details on.
>That could be a terrible thing.
>You take inventory of yourself in the window reflection.
>Well, it's more likely than not probably something very benign.
>She got all the weird shit out of her (once literally) early on.
>It's funny how her mind got very uncreative once you torched her little idea journal.
>Shit son, you've been in this reality for over a year now, haven't you?
>You popped in during one of their off-brand Valentine's Days.
>Hearts-and-Hooves day?
>It had to have been in February...crap.
>You close your eyes and try to clear your head.
>It was Spring Semester.
>You were fucking that bitch.
>And...
>Fuck, did you Quantum Leap here?
>This isn't something worth bothering with.
>I mean, if you're dead this is either heaven or hell or what comes next.
>If you did travel through wibbly-wobbly space time, you ain't exactly prepped to go back.
>It was awhile ago.
>You're not Mister Memory.
>You were Mister Manager for a bit.
>You really need to get a better paying job.
 
>You arrive before the crack of dawn.
>Fluttershy didn't pack much.
>You're still wearing the same ugly ass bit of thrift 80s attire from at least a week and a half ago.
"Wait."
>You make sure everypony else is off the train.
>You check the platform.
>Braeburn is talking to Applejack.
>And Applebloom is there.
>A grin creeps its way across your face and you can almost touch your eyes with how far up it crawls.
>This is a face you've had twice in your life.
>Nothing good ever comes from it, save for the feeling.
"Fluttershy, I need to talk to some of the ladies-"
>She kicks a hoof and pouts.
"About you and me, and then I'll meet you at your place for your special thing."
>She shakes her head.
>"N-no. Your place."
"All right."
>Mental checklist is established. If it's my place, probably doesn't involve too much assembly.
>Not a sex swing.
>She buzzes off.
>You lick your hand and slick--
>Oh god.
>You can taste her leavings.
>Wrong hand dumbass.
>Actually, right hand.
>You lick your hand and slick back your hair.
>The scent has to be palpable.
>That's dried pony lady fluids after all.
>Primp your shirt.
>Bandages are stanky and dry.
>You shrink that grin back to something benign but vicious.
 
"Well."
>You clear your voice.
>Applejack cringes and turns to face you.
>Braeburn winces.
>Applebloom smiles brightly.
"Howdy there--"
>You click your tongue against the back of your teeth.
>That villainous quality of voice comes to the forefront beautifully.
"--Sugarcube. Picking up the dear family here, are we? Little powwow with the family?"
>Applejack's eyes shift nervously.
>Applebloom laughs.
>"That's right Anon! Y'ain't family, but y'wanna come?"
>Applejack pushes Applebloom behind her flank and nudges her back with a step.
>"Now now, Applebloom. This is...uh... family only--Sorry Mister Anonymous."
>Applebloom peers over her sister's back and tilts her head.
>"What happened to yer...everything?"
"Oh? This? I took a little bath of fire, it's nothing really."
>You chuckle politely and bow a little.
"I must decline the offer I'm afraid, I've a delicious bit of business with the Elements of Harmony."
>You take a step forward.
>Applejack doesn't flinch, but she's waiting to make a move.
>You run your cum-stained, bandaged, busted-knuckled pointer finger under her chin and trace around her neck.
"But please, do have fun without me. Much as I-"
>You flick her in the nose.
"Intend to have much fun without You, Applejack."
>Applejack wants to say something.
>But the words aren't forming.
>You take a step back and just smile. Knowingly.
>"Well all right!" Applebloom shouts.
>"Y'all have fun, Mr. Anonymous! I'll save ya some pie!"
>She's a good kid.
 
>The Apples depart.
>They all seem very nervous, save for Applebloom.
>Cutie Mark Crusaders Burn Ward addition.
>You can see it now.
>You've done the appropriate thing.
>You've raped Applejack's sense of security.
>And you've done so with her sister laughing happily.
>She was in the wrong for what she let happen.
>And now, now you win.
>Off to the Library you go a wassailing
>Singing a little ditty written by Stealer's Wheel.
>The pony-folk of town don't like the look of you.
>Now less than ever.
>Alas, such is life.
>You tippity tap tap on the front door.
>And who answers but the spawn of Vermithrax, Alduin, and Smaug.
>Spike. The Fecking Dragon.
>He looks you up and down and is trying to process the information.
>"Anonymous?...Did you fall down some stairs?...Into lava?"
"I did hit the bottom, yes."
>Flash that smile.
>Stop doing that dance from Resevoir Dogs, even if it feels natural.
"Is Miss Sparkles home? I've opted to inform her greatly on the human condition."
>He rolls his eyes and thrusts a thumb behind him towards her private quarters.
>"She's working on some project...She's been acting all weird lately. You want to get some milkshakes?"
"Spike, you should walk away now."
>He quirks a scaly brow.
>"What?"
"You'll want to leave. I need to speak with her. It will be loud."
>He shakes his head and passes by you out into the town.
>"Whatever."
>You stroll to her door and knock twice.
"I've such sights to show you, Twilight Sparkle. Such Sights To Show You."
 
>The trick to bashing open a door is something you didn't learn from movies.
>You could argue it was from enough summer jobs fixing things up, both here and in normal reality.
>But the trick to bashing open a door is easily learned living in a house with one bathroom.
>And this door is just like any other door.
>And by that you mean it is thick and heavy.
>After several full on charges, it is magic'd open.
>Fucking Twilight Sparkle.
>She's busy constructing some diorama.
>"Anonymous, I'm busy!"
>She gives you one of those haggard, tired looks.
>It'd be cute if she didn't nearly collapse your throat and rape you.
>Cage the rage, if you just bash her brains in it'll be over too soon.
>And this, much like sex, is something you don't wanna prematurely end.
"Twilight. Sparkle."
>She groans.
>"Ah.Non.E.Mus. I can -sound- out words too, but I'm kinda busy here."
>Whoop-de-ding-dong-diddly.
"Twilight Sparkle, you did me a great unkindness. Please stop working and speak to me."
>She sighs, loud and exasperated.
>She turns and looks at you.
>"What?"
>Well...this is...civil.
>Murder? I mean, that seems like something you could do here.
>Never really killed before. Could do it now.
>Maybe learn your limits.
>Break down her whole life bit by bit.
>Rip her legs off. Grind them into glue.
>You don't know how to make glue.
"Twilight, I want to hurt you. I want to give you nothing but pain."
>"What? Why?"
"Twilight, you raped me in a basement."
>She blushes.
"And that's a bad thing to do."
>"But...I thought it was-"
"It wasn't."
 
>She lowers her head.
>You could get to her in three steps.
>Stomp that skull into the wood.
>Little curb party.
>American History X Style.
>You can feel a coldness inside.
>It's delicious.
>"I'm sorry Anon. I thought you were...presenting yourself."
>Fuck this land of friendship, kindness and forgiveness.
"I was chained to a pole and you bound my hands."
>"I thought you were into that! I mean, I took all these notes during your little Pole Party!"
"Festivus--"
>Don't get caught up in the pedantic minutia, Anon.
>Concentrate.
"Where I come from they hurt people who do that kind of thing. They go to jail. They get hurt."
>Which is true. Usually.
>Though if Twilight was a sexy human librarian she'd get away with it.
>Applejack would see a prison cell. Fucking unlawful imprisonment.
>Fucking biases of the court system. 1 outta 2 ain't bad.
"And the issues of doing such a thing, they make people like me. Want to hurt...things, like you."
>You feel something vile stir in your chest. In your loins. Behind those eyes of yours.
>Twilight seems to see it too.
>"Anonymous...what're you doing?"
"I was thinking...maybe I hurt you anyway. An eye for an eye. Then we can be all... apologized."
>Her horn starts to glow.
>You spit and sneer.
"None of that!"
>One step.
>Her horn dims.
"I've never...killed before. And I've never...really raped before."
>Two steps.
"I'm not saying one will lead to the other."
>Three steps. Looking down at her now.
>These hands, not of iron, but of skin.
>Now mangled into claws.
"But let's not turn this rape into a murder."
>Her eyes get wispy and green.
>A dark flame bursts from her horn.
>The world is a beautiful place filled with beautiful things.
 
>You wish you could quote the Hitch Hiker's Guide to the Galaxy.
>The world is a beautiful place filled with beautiful things seems like an entry deserving or a snarky British narrator.
>You've lost your train of thought.
>It must be the crippling pain of being blasted by evil.
>And you're a very "alignment charts suck" kinda guy.
>But that there was evil.
>Your mind is a mind full of wheels and gears and levers.
>That bolt of darkness has sent the machine spinning out of control.
>"That's enough, Anonymous."
>She's giving you a look of fear and hate.
>Behind green, violent eyes.
>You look up at her, like a villain a few steps away from the best scene in the movie.
>You spit.
>Ting.
>Ting?
>She looks at where you spit.
>You look at where you spit.
>A black little gemstone.
"Mmm..."
>You take a breath.
"Twilight, you did something bad didn't ya? Bad by your standards bad."
>"No...I'm..."
>Her horn stops going Barad-dûr and her eyes dim.
>She's terrified.
>You're in pain.
>But this is what you wanted, isn't it?
>To hurt her?
>Yes.
"Twilight."
>You pick up that stone and get to your feet.
>The gem is like quartz, but with shadows swirling around within.
>"I...I...I didn't mean too, Anonymous! You've got to believe me, you were just being so-"
"Scary?"
>You frown, dismissively.
"What can be done, Sparkles? I'm a scary man, I do scary things. Remember this, and keep it quiet."
>You pocket the gem.
"Because if ever you cross me again, know that I will make you go to such terrible lengths."
>Today is a good day.
 
>Now then.
>Applejack is on edge and unnerved.
>Twilight is demoralized and fears what you can make her do.
>Who is left? Rarity? Pinkie Pie?
>No actually, they're pretty awesome.
>You should check in with them, shoot the shit, banter, maybe buy the Cakes' some lunch.
>They're a nice couple too.
>You go home to retrieve your copious sum of bits.
>Fluttershy is busy working on something involving your wood burning stove.
>Big metal pot, must be cooking something.
>Smells decent enough.
>Your bedroom is normal.
>Nothing horrible has been brought in.
>You move the bed and lift up the floorboards.
>Your money is still here.
>Today actually -is- a good day.
>Fluttershy pecks you on the cheek as you leave the house.
"Just need to stop off to see Rarity and Pinkie, let's have our little fun around dusk shall we?"
>She pecks you again and smiles before fluttering back to work.
>You threatened to rape and murder someone not even thirty minutes ago.
>You couldn't care less.
>Anon, you should get into politics, even here in Equestria.
>You've got that sociopath swagger.
 
"I want a suit, Rarity. Something very minimalist."
>Rarity still hasn't said anything.
>She's too busy noticing you're covered in bandages and smell like blood, hate and Fluttercum.
"Black, white. Oh, and I know how much you like gemstones."
>You produce the little shadow crystal from Twilight's earlier idiocy.
"I rather like this, if you could find a place for it on the lapel I think it'd look lovely."
>She's still trying to process the new you.
>Can't really blame her.
>You last saw her looking like Road House.
>Now you look like the Burned Man.
"Rarity, if you don't say something I'm going to do the Worst. Possible. Thing."
>She snaps out of it and gives you that look she likes to give.
>It's condescending, fun, a little bitchy, and utterly superior.
>It's sort of like what a big sister gives a younger sibling.
>You've dated girls like that before.
>"You're going to suggest minimalism to an artiste, such as moi?"
>She snickers.
>"Dear, I don't know what it is that happened to you but never give an artist such a restriction. We are free spirits who-"
>You wave the heavy jangling bag of bits.
"This is 480 bits. Which, as far as I know, is a good bit of money. More than enough for two months rent."
>You set the bag and the gem on her little work table.
"It's all yours if you've got the time to do it right now."
>"Well Anon, I actually do have some other work to do--however, you are exuding such confidence I simply must applaud it."
>That makes you feel happy.
>"Though I must ask, did you try to fight a dragon or something? You look terrible."
"I just felt the need to destroy something beautiful."
>This makes her laugh.
>For about a minute.
>She wipes a tear away from her eye.
>"Oh my, Anonymous. I would not go that far that quickly."
 
>She gets to work quickly enough.
>She makes you strip and takes your measurements.
>She's the pinnacle of professionalism.
>"How was that trip you took with Pinkie?"
"She's quite funny."
>"She didn't do that...party cannon bit, did she?"
"All new material, very unique."
>"Where were you these past few weeks anyway, I could've used your help around the boutique."
"My apologies, m'lady; I was in Appaloosa."
>"And what's there?"
"Victory."
>"Such dramatics, oh my."
>She laughs at this.
>"You know that Fluttershy was in Appaloosa as well? I mean, of course -you- knew."
>You smile at your reflection in one of the many mirrors.
"Yes. And for once, I'm happy to say that I think I enjoy the company of Fluttershy."
>Rarity sticks you in the bum with a needle.
>You don't even flinch.
>"Oo-la-la, Anonymous."
>She makes a kissy face.
>"No more love for your greatest and most attractive employer?"
>She giggles, it's charming.
"That sort of remark breeds rumors and nepotism."
>She gasps. It's quite sarcastic.
>"Whatever would I do?"
"I'll carry a torch for you, Rarity. You're mad gorgeous."
>You do your best Bruce Campbell.
>She doesn't get it but laughs anyway.
>"She's your special somepony now?"
"We haven't said anything officially."
>"Oh, well you ought to soon. People might think you're a hussie! What with Rainbow Dash."
>Oh yeah.
>You almost forgot about that bitch.
 
>The suit is amazing.
>It's understated.
>You were able to tell her glitter was evil and should not be included.
>She only rolled her eyes.
>You discard your bandages and your old clothing into a waste bin.
>Rarity tosses them into the fire and tells you to never dress like that again.
>She only takes 240 bits, though she makes you promise to spend the rest on a lovely night.
>And to act like a gentlecolt.
>Luckily you're a Man. Spelled M-A-N.
>And that's different on a lot of fundamental levels.
>Check in at Sugarcube Corner.
>The Cakes are happy to see you.
>"It's because you look happy. That's what counts."
>Is all Mrs. Cake has to say on the subject.
>Mr.Cake is still curious as to why you look like a beat-up sack of shit.
"I just needed to get a monkey off my back."
>He tells you he had the same thing happen once.
>Monkeys are terrifying apparently.
>You like the Cakes, they're good ponies.
>Pinkie Pie is working on some fancy cupcakes.
>She nearly shoves one in your mouth but stops when she sees the suit.
>"You have to keep it clean, don't you?"
"Not that clean. I'll take some."
>Small compromises breed companionship between individuals.
>It's coconut.
>But there's a hint of raspberry so it doesn't taste too bad.
>The Cakes enjoy the look on your face as you attempt to savor the flavor.
"Delightful...I don't suppose any of you have seen Rainbow Dash around, have you?"
>The general consensus is she got back from some military/entertainment whatever thing a few days ago.
>She's been hanging out around town.
>Goodie.
 
>You shine that twisted little gem on your lapel and stroll through the streets of town.
>Rainbow Dash is floating up on a cloud, lazing about.
"Element of Loyalty, may I have a word?"
>She zooms up off her cloud and notices who is speaking.
>She lays back down.
>"I'm gonna make it rain on you Anon."
"We need to talk."
>"Then talk."
"I wished to apologize for potentially leading you on. That was not my intention."
>She peers over the edge of the cloud and looks at you.
>She's...not happy.
>She's clearly bothered.
"Just like I know you only...scalded me-"
>You try not to spit venom when you say that.
>She looks away.
>Well, at least your venom is potent.
"Because you thought that's what I needed to like you."
>"...You hate me, don't you?"
"No. I'm sorta...at odds with honesty and magic right now; but I don't hate you."
>"Was that like a...reference or something?"
"No."
>"Cuz you do those a lot, and frankly nopony gets those."
"Yeah. It just...reminds me of home."
>She floats down off the cloud and looks at you.
 
>She's hurt, but it's an old hurt.
>"You just...I like you, you like stuff I like. And you help people stop making dumb rumors about me."
"Trust me, if you were a human and I was back in my reality--you'd be doing the same thing for me."
>"...We'd be dating wouldn't we?"
"Yeah, probably. But not here. You're a great chick. But just, too hardcore awesome for me."
>You hold out a fist.
>She gives you a bump.
>"Like you could even handle me."
>She laughs.
"We did have--"
>Better not.
"What can I say, Dash? You're too much mare for anyone-"
>Bad phrasing.
>"Anon, you were something definitive. Life has a lot of uncertainty...like so much."
>She looks as though she's just confronted some very personal demons recently.
>It's that dirty epiphany face. The one you don't like to admit.
>"I got into the Wonderbolts."
"Well hey, that's good for you!"
>"Yeah...almost gave up on my dream, thought they weren't what I wanted."
>Oh. That's always something tough to face.
"Hey. You were strong enough to admit that, that's what counts."
>She smiles, it's passive and passable.
>"What's with the suit, Anon? Got some hot date?"
>Oh.
>This is going to be painful.
>"Hoity Toity was in town a few days ago, you looking for him?"
>She winks and nudges you.
>Gay jokes. Hilarious. Shouldn't have mentioned the rumor shit.
"Actually, it's for Fluttershy."
>"...oh."
>It's never easy.
 
>"Is she more your type? I mean...I thought you hated her."
>She kicks a hoof in the dirt.
>Why are you doing this, Anon?
>Fluttershy has been nice to you.
>She's helped you in some dark places.
>She's supported you, broken you, built you back up.
>She cares about you.
>While those qualities are all great in a friend, they aren't exactly reason to fuck anyone.
>You mean, they're good reasons to fuck someone.
>But not like, fuck someone and love someone.
>Fluttershy's like that fat girl who had a crush on you back in undergrad.
>Helped you out a lot but you'd never fuck her.
>...huh.
>"I mean, I'd get it. She's nice, and kind...everypony likes her."
"Dash, she's---huh."
>Huh.
>Dash looks at you quizzically.
>"Anon, are you okay?"
"I...can you walk with me?"
>"Uh, sure?"
>She helps carry some of your weight and you walk through the streets.
>This is strange.
>"Anon, how come you like violence so much anyway?"
>This is not the time for these conversations.
"I got beat up a lot and then I beat up people a lot. Wires got crossed...can we just not talk for a minute?"
>She nods, she understands.
>You walk through the market, pass that creepy jelly pony.
>There are times in a man's life when he has to look at what he's doing.
>And if he doesn't like what he sees, he has to stop.
>Rainbow Dash walks you to your house, but you make her walk you further.
>You find a nice bench to sit down on.
>Huh.
 
>Rainbow sits on the bench next to you.
>She tries to imitate your posture.
>It's comical.
>"Anon, what's going on?"
>What is going on?
"Dash. You're fun, fast, attractive--I guess I mean I'm not a great judge--and you like what I like."
>"Yeah, I know."
>She looks bothered by all this.
>"Why're you telling me this? I thought you didn't want to see me again."
>She makes a voice.
>"I thought you wanted Fluttershy."
>Do you...somehow...not know what you want?
>No.
>You always know what you want. That's your appeal.
>You're decisive.
>Something.
>Something has to be happening.
"Dash, what's wrong with me?"
>"You're a jerk and you're dressed like a stiff and you just told me you don't like me that way."
>Her voice is aggravated but fun. She's enjoying listing your faults.
>"You look like you got hit by a train. You smell like vagina. You told me you don't like me that way."
>"You also think I'm awesome, fun, attractive, fast, and you just--"
"Why do I want to fuck Fluttershy?"
>Rainbow groans and rolls her eyes.
>"Because you like rubbing it in? C'mon, Anon! I don't want to hear that."
"No, I'm serious. I remember when I hated her guts too. And yeah she made some improvements but like--"
>You try to think.
"Am I a...scary person?"
>"Scary stupid, maybe."
 
>You hold your head.
>Rainbow kisses you on the cheek.
>Not what you need right now.
>You'd punch her fucking lights out if-
>That's hostile, bro.
>Take it down a notch.
>You sigh.
"Rainbow, I'm...can we talk tomorrow?"
>"Are you going to...fuck Fluttershy?"
"I honestly have no idea. Possibly. But...I just need to know why."
>She sighs.
>"Yeah. Fine. But don't dress like a stiff and...don't tell me about it, okay?"
>She's taking this better than you expected.
>She flies off.
>It's getting late.
>You are bruised.
>Battered.
>Terrible.
>Human Being.
>In a rather nice suit.
>You've done a lot of bad things today...or rather lately.
>But today is a good day.
>Tonight is a good night, right?
>Tonight, you'll be fucking Fluttershy.
 
>You enter your home and see Fluttershy has lit candles.
>Flower petals on the floor leading to your coffee table, the de-facto dining table.
>A fine bit of salad, quite tall and delicious looking.
>Cherries on top.
>Some of what you suspect to be wine in little glasses you didn't know you had.
>You sit on the floor and take a sip.
>Fluttershy comes down from your room, she looks a little pale in the candle light.
>She's wearing a dress made of...has to be ivy and leaves.
>There's a flower in her hair.
>She smiles at you.
>You don't smile back.
>You examine the salad with the same paranoia you once possessed.
>But you're subtle about it.
>She takes the opprotunity to sit opposite of you.
>She swirls that cherry around her lips before popping it in.
>She admires your suit.
>"I l-like the gem...and the suit...You look very proper."
"Indeed."
>You sip the wine.
>She moves your cherry across your lips before popping it in your mouth.
>You chew it slowly.
>Professor Utonium slowly.
>You finish the meal.
>It tasted normal.
>Something is happening.
>"C-coming with me...big boy?"
>She tugs the hem of your sleeve with her teeth and leads you to your bedroom.
>Red candles on the end tables. Low burning.
>She sits you on the bed.
>"We c-can do my special t-thing now."
"You mean both of them."
>She laughs.
>"Y-yeah...you and my f-fetish."
 
>You undress and carefully hang your clothing up in the closet.
>You make sure none of your eighties thrift touches the glorious suit.
>Fluttershy goes into your bathroom.
>You sit back down on the bed.
>You lay down, hands folded on your chest.
>Glare a hole in the ceiling.
>Something is happening.
>No. You just want something to be happening.
>A justification for why you shouldn't do this.
>You love this pony, don't you?
>You're gonna fuck her raw and be her good little pet til the day you die.
>...What?
>Let's reign it in there.
>That's a little...
>Intense.
>She enters again and climbs up on the bed.
>She positions herself directly over you.
>She looks into your eyes.
>Hers are that of a shark.
>She's giving you the stare.
>Nothing is happening.
>She slams a hoof on your chest and one of your mouth.
>"Anon..."
>She begins applying pressure.
>You lick the bottom of her hoof.
>She grins. It's a wicked grin.
>The stare continues.
>You're aroused.
>She grins and falls down on your penis.
>She continues to apply pressure.
"Is corruption your fetish too?"
>Shit.
 
>In a world of magic, sunshine, and talking ponies; why wouldn't you think about this?
>You weren't always a bad guy.
>You had standards.
>Integrity.
>You broke down a lot.
>She thrusts herself on and off of your cock.
>You keep mindlessly lapping her hoof.
>But these recent bouts of violence.
>Of pure hatred.
>Of allowing yourself to scare others and to play off their fears.
>To take advantage...
>You'd done it all before in the human reality.
>Where there it is but how one succeeds.
>But in this reality... why would corruption not be a very real thing?"
>Your breathing intensifies.
>She removes the hoof from your mouth and slaps you with it.
>"Say you love me."
"...Did you do this to me?"
>"SAY YOU LOVE ME!"
"I mean, I was bad--but did you...Did you know?"
>"YOU WILL LOVE ME."
>She gets her face right next to yours.
>Those eyes are burning electric a thousand and one degrees of hate.
>She got to you when you were weak, every time. You let her.
>And you let her see you weak.
>And you let her BUILD you back up.
>You let her PULL you out of your hole.
>And...
>She begins to seep fluid all over you.
>And now you're...
>Oh god no.
>You're Fucking Fluttershy.
>And it feels all wrong.
 
>There are times in a man's life--
>Specifically your life
>When you have to look at what you're doing.
>And if it looks bad, stop.
>This comes in several ways. Like stepping away from a bottle. Or a needle.
>Or maybe just not screaming at your kids so much. Maybe being a good father, uncle, or spouse.
>But for you.
>It means pain.
>You bash your head into Fluttershy and knock her off of you.
>"Anon?..I thought you said we could--"
>She starts to break down.
>"..my f-fetish...you said it was okay with you..."
"Did you plan this all?"
>She mumbles.
>"Fluttershy, did you plan this all."
>She shivers and looks over towards your suit in the closet.
>"...y-you were p-p-perfect for it mister...You were already b-b-bad."
"I let you build me up... help me out of my shit life... And you were playing a game the whole time."
>You laugh.
>Maybe it's because you're a corrupt fucker--
>--Wow, hey, Twilight and Applejack had reason to be scared.
>Get them a cookie bouquet and apologize later.
>Right, laughing.
>Or maybe it's because you...no. You may be a terrible person.
>But you don't respect being played.
>You're the only one who matters.
"Fluttershy...You let me--and wanted me, to be a terrible, scary, person?"
>She nods weakly.
"...We've all got demons, Fluttershy. I don't want to live vicariously through mine."
>She starts to tear up.
"Get out of my house."
>"But!"
"When some pony tries to block."
>"S-show them t-that you r-r-r-r-"
"And I think I'm rocking some good guy vibes right here, right now. Leave."
>And she does. After bursting into tears.
>Going downstairs.
>Busting up most of your stuff.
>And being a total.
>Fucking.
>Bitch.
 
>Day Living in a Shithole in Equestria.
>Applejack and Twilight have forgiven you.
>Provided you relinquish all your tools which could be used to hobble them.
>And you burn your suit.
>Twilight says the gem should burn too.
>Rarity screams at you when she sees you the next day dressed like Cameron Frye.
>Pinkie Pie and the Cakes are being supportive, they think you're pretty nice.
>The Cakes have done you a great kindness and let you work the front counter during late nights.
>Pay is shit, but you and Pinkie talk comedy.
>Dash shows up sometimes.
>Sometimes she doesn't.
>She likes how you make banana splits.
>And sometimes she lets you hug her.
>And sometimes you let her hug you.
>And half the time Pinkie jumps in and there's a crocodile on your head.
>Rarity refuses to make you anything nice because you'll ruin it.
>She doesn't know why you and Fluttershy aren't speaking.
"But a gentleman never tells and a fine lady never asks."
>Was all it took for her to say you're no fun and then gossip about the Canterlot crowd.
>Twilight still feels bad about everything.
>You apologize for...being raped by her...because fuck logic.
>You were scary. And maybe you do bring out the worst in others.
>Rainbow Dash asked you out to karaoke night this weekend. You kissed her. She blushed.
>Cheerilee is going to be there.
>You're going to sing the Pony Equivalent of Queen.
>Flash A-AH. Maybe some Bohemian Rhapsody.
>Do the Wayne's World headbang.
>And just...chill.
>Life is strange.
>But hey.
>It only took you to rock bottom.
>But even then, you knew.
>Nothing good.
>Ever comes out of
>Fucking Fluttershy